Just when Han Changsheng felt speechless at the reflection in the turquoise lake.

The vast field behind him was clearly not as calm as it seemed.

This season is the spring of the Xia Kingdom, and the grass and trees are also vigorous in this Yuan Magnetic Realm, and everything is recovering, and it is time again......

Lush grass grows on this vast field, swaying around with bursts of Yuan magnetic wind, flashing with colorful green spots, seemingly ordinary weeds, but quite spiritual.

There are also many tender green low spirit trees growing wantonly, and there are even fragrant and fragrant wildflowers blooming with crimson flowers.

The whole field exudes a bitter and sweet smell everywhere, which makes people's nose smell pleasant.

Here, the monk could easily feel the existence of a faint spiritual power in the void everywhere.

If it weren't for the bursts of Yuan Magnetic Wind blowing here that can corrode the flesh cultivation body, and the power of Yuan Magnetic Power that emanates like an invisible avenue under the earth, this place might be very suitable for low-level monks to survive.

At the end of the field, with the boundless brilliant sunlight in their backs, several ambitious monks were walking against the light.

"Who are you?"

A white octopus-shaped demon beast suddenly became curious about the monk, this demon was white except for its color, and its size was much smaller than Han Changsheng's form, but it was exactly the same as Han Changsheng's appearance.

"Humph!"

In addition to a cold snort of disdain, a cold light flashed, cutting off the two tentacles of the white demon beast.

It let out a terrible scream and ran wildly.

As a result, the cold light flew by again, and it was cut off by four more tentacles, leaving only the last two tentacles running for their lives like human legs.

At this time, the cold light finally stayed in mid-air, and it turned out to be a blade-type magic weapon as light as paper.

"Brother Wu, stop, we only need to help you kill more than a thousand slimes on this trip, but you are going against the way of heaven to kill like this. ”

A Confucian cultivator in a white shirt spoke out to stop him.

"Hmph, if you don't let these mud suffer, they may be stubborn and stubborn, don't we all buy the Terran monks to win?

This monk surnamed Wu, with a dissatisfied look on his face, buttoned a big moral hat to the other party.

"Hey, why is this green slime so big?"

When the two of them were arguing, several other people were shocked in unison.

Han Changsheng naturally heard the movement, and also saw several monks chasing and killing a 'kind' that looked similar to himself, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Originally, he was still a little worried about these cultivators, but as they got closer, Han Changming found that they were also affected by the power of Yuan Magnetism, and their cultivation was all suppressed to within the Qi refining period.

Therefore, Han Changsheng no longer paid attention to it.

When he saw the white kind, he suddenly felt that this shape was not too ugly, and he finally felt better, and then he raised a tentacle and touched his neck, and there was a storage bag hanging on it, which fortunately was not lost, otherwise it would be a big trouble.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, now he looked like an octopus, with only a head the size of a water tank and eight tentacles under his head, and only his neck could hang on his body.

At this time, a weak voice came: "Actually, there is still an object in front of our male slime that can be used to hang storage bags. ”

Han Changming: "......"

Han Changming followed this voice and looked at it, it was actually the white 'same kind', and at this moment it had fled not far from him.

"You are?"

Han Changming asked at his white kind, completely ignoring the pursuers behind him.

"We are the hottest monster 'Slime' in the world, and we can't beat even the most wasteful Terran monks. ”

Han Changming: "......"

"The Terran monks are chasing and killing me, you can help me, my name is Shi Bai, I just came of age today, because I was born white, so I was considered by the patriarch to be in an unknown early life, and the wizard in the clan said that when I became an adult, it was when the slime clan suffered ominous. ”

Shi Bai's body flashed, it only had the strength of the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and now it only had two tentacles left, but the escape speed was not slow at all, which showed that the slime species was not useless.

Just when Han Changsheng was wondering whether he should help a white slime.

Suddenly, in the void in front of him, a line appeared that only he could see:

"Ding, task trigger,

Within twelve hours, the number of slimes killed by the monk,

Monk -1000 [1.90]

Slime +1000 [1.90]

Please choose the betting option within 10 interest, you will use the current remaining longevity (take 100 digits) to bet, because the Dan period of life is 400 years, you have cultivated for more than 50 years, so you can only bet 300 years old, if you win this game, you can live 270 years old, if you lose, you will die immediately. ”

"I'm going, so ruthless, let me bet all the Shouyuan into it at once? And this line of text obviously can't make a sound, what do you do with the word 'ding'? Is it forcibly dubbed? Could this be the 'serious trial' that the big white maggot said?"

Han Changming was shocked on the spot, why is it always himself who feels cheated every time?

I often hear that someone is forced to donate, but I have never heard of someone being forced to gamble, and now I have become an unlucky monk who is forcibly asked to bet on all his life?

Although there is only a selection time of ten breaths, it is enough for Han Changsheng to make a rough analysis.

In this handicap, the odds on both sides are the same, both of which are 1.90, which shows that the trader does not intend to manipulate the water level, and does not intend to induce the market, but simply raises the bets on both sides.

If someone bets on 'Monk', only if the Monk kills more than 1,000 slimes, he will win, and he will get 0.9 times the net profit.

If you bet on 'Slime', you can only win the game if the number of slimes killed is controlled within 1,000, and if you are killed just over 1,000, you will go to the water.

Han Changming has always believed that in competitive events, people have always won the day, and no one can win the game, although the trader can manipulate some of the events, but he can never control all of them.

And this gamble is flawless on the surface, but in fact, there is a shocking loophole, that is, the bettors themselves are contestants.

In this case, if the bettor is too strong, no one can stop him from winning.

The reason why this gamble dares to allow bettors to participate in the event is that it is impossible for normal bettors to intervene in the event by themselves.

Thinking of this, Han Changming smiled, and sure enough, he bet on 'Slime'.

"When the bet is successful, the trial begins, and the bettor only needs to look up at the sky to see the progress of the match. ”

Relentless and cold subtitles emerge into the void.

Just after Han Changming finished betting, the tenth breath just passed, and after the betting was completed, Han Changming's body had no change, but he already knew that if he failed this time, although he still had more than forty years of life left to participate in the bet, he would soon be wiped out.

At this time, several of the monks behind Shi Bai also looked over with cat and mouse eyes, and they slowly walked up to Han Changming like a walk, thinking about whether to put a big move to end the lives of these two slimes.

It's just that Han Changsheng still didn't look at them, but looked up at the sky first, and this look, the whole person was not good in an instant.

"Damn, is there a mistake? It's been twelve hours in total, I've only finished betting, why has the game been going on for half an hour? Isn't it from the time I finished betting? And the slimes have already died nine hundred and ninety-nine? If you go on like this, where are the remaining slimes? If one more dies, not only will it be difficult to get out of the water, but you will almost lose the game. ”

Thinking of the tragic result of the loss, Han Changsheng shuddered.

At this time, the monks were still chatting with each other with great satisfaction.

"Haha, this time it's really effortless, one white and one green two slimes have been put together, however, a few of us have been suppressed by the power of the Yuan Magnetism here, and our cultivation is only nine layers in the Qi Refining Period, and this green slime is glowing with green light, it should have reached the level of the Qi Refining Period, but if we can't even kill a full-level slime, what face will we have in the future to gain a foothold in the Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

"Huo Huo, the slime is at full level? Doesn't that mean that it is the tenth layer of the Qi refining period? It is interesting to pinch such a slime to death. ”

"Although our cultivation has been reduced to the Qi refining stage, we can't drive the high-level magic weapon that we originally took advantage of, but a few of us only need to bombard indiscriminately, and we will definitely be able to blast these two stupid slimes into a ball of mud. ”

"You go to the left, I go to the right, the IQ of these two slimes can't understand the coordination tactics between the Terrans. ”

"Huh, why is this green slime standing still? Its eyes seem to be looking at us with contempt?"

"Forget it, don't use any tactics, let's put fireballs together, after all, 'as soon as the fireball comes out, who will fight, if it is five, I have it in the world', otherwise it will be discovered by the people behind and will be robbed. ”

Several monks deliberated and finally decided to set fireballs together to end the humble lives of Han Changsheng and Shi Bai, two slimes.

But Han Changsheng stood still at the moment, looking at these people like an idiot, even if his cultivation was reduced to the level of the Qi Refining Period, he used the nineteenth layer of the Qi Refining Period to build the foundation period back then, and pinching to death a few monks of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period was like probing for something.

After the bombardment by several monks, there was dust everywhere, perhaps thinking that it was enough to blow Han Chang's life into ashes, so the monks stopped.

At this moment, under the cover of dust, Han Changsheng began to fight back, in this immortal cultivation world, there is no right or wrong, only the weak and the strong!

Under Han Changming's huge head, one of the eight tentacles suddenly lengthened, sweeping towards the monks, like a broom sweeping dust.

At the same time, Han Changming's body suddenly exuded an invisible but comparable to the coercion of the foundation building period, making their faces look like ashes.

The tentacles just swept so hard, and the monks were immediately cut in half, and they died until they died, with an incredulous look on their faces: "How is it possible, how can slimes be so strong?"